Sex Drive (Country Roads 1)

“Where are you taking me?” she asked, her voice quieter than before. Her fight was gone, and that pleased him to no end.

Then again, he knew Lucy. She never quit unless she crossed a finish line and secured an outright win.

“Rex and I need a shower,” he said, nudging the bedroom door with the toe of his boot. “You can help us get cleaned up.”

She moaned.

“You like the sound of that, don’t you?” Luke asked, moistening his lips.

“I like my independence.”

“If you like your freedom,” Rex informed her, “you’ll earn it.”

She grunted.

“I’m not kidding,” Rex said, winking.

She sighed.

“These sound effects are making me horny,” Luke confessed. “Think we can all practice a few of those together? I make some pretty loud O-noises. You know what those are, don’t ’cha?”

“Let me guess. The sounds you make when you’re getting off?”

“Good guess.”

Rex watched them together. He was quiet, which wasn’t all that unusual, but Luke couldn’t help but worry about Rex. He’d seen the way he’d scared off other women they’d had in their beds, and the dark passion he felt for Lucy was enough to frighten anyone, even practiced submissives embedded in the lifestyle.

Rex wasn’t one for romance and flowers. He took the Domination and submission bit to the extreme at times, insisting he was the real thing, uninterested in role play, quite convinced he could slip into the life and times of a Dom trainer. He’d even mentioned training slaves, rather than submissives, a passing fantasy Luke never saw him fulfill.

Luke rarely argued with him. Rex was a wannabe, but if he had a good time believing he was the Dom other Doms emulated, then what the hell? Why not congratulate him? As far as Luke was concerned, he could crack the whips and bring out the chains.

Then again, Lucy didn’t know the Rex other women had experienced. Luke didn’t want Lucy uncomfortable, and he never wanted her to feel threatened.

On the flipside, Lucy had changed, too. There were years unaccounted for where Luke and Rex weren’t certain of what she did or where she spent her time. Today, there was something in her expression that suggested she realized what they held in store. She was excited, rather than composed, anxious instead of indifferent.

Lucy longed for them. She’d waited for this. He could see it in her eyes. Now, he wanted to feel it in her touch.

* * * *

Luke placed her on the vanity like she was a china doll. Rex entered behind them carrying bath towels and washcloths. She watched them kick off their boots, lose their hats, and slip off their denim jeans and loose-fitting shirts. They each had sunburns. Their cheeks were pink, their shoulders red. Even with Luke’s dark complexion, his skin looked like it earned too much favor from the sun’s rays.

Rex wore briefs. Luke sported boxers. She copped a smile, leaned back against the mirror, supporting her weight by pressing her palms to the flat surface beneath her.

“You were rude to my guest.”

“You think so?” Rex asked.

“Nay,” Luke said. “We were just tryin’ to make him feel welcome.”

“That’s right,?

?? Rex added. “We wanted to get to know him since he’ll be staying next door.”

“You were impossible. Billy has been on the road over twenty hours. He drove straight through, and he got lost along the way.”

“Damn guy is lucky he didn’t disappear altogether after he said he was looking for you,” Rex told her.

Lucy grinned. “Oh really? Was it the fact he was looking for me or the possibility that you thought he was sleeping with me that almost earned him headline news coverage?”